The Nix

by Nathan Hill

“But you have music in your brain. Mostly what I have is worry.”

Same

We love people because they love us.

There is a molten mass of anguish and self-pity way deep inside you and you keep it pressed down there by never looking at it or acknowledging it.

You never even decided your life would be this way—it’s simply the way life has become.

You’ve been carved out by the things that have happened to you.

Love, when freely given, duplicates and multiplies.

Because her great and constant fear all these years was that if anyone ever came to know all of her—the real her, the true deep essential Faye—they would not find enough stuff there to love. Hers was not a soul large enough to nourish another.